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Name: StarieMichie
Proposed Babby Name:The Infinite Sadness
Entry
”Today is the worst day ever," The Infinite Sadness said as he took a long gulp from the bottle of Skol vodka. The burning feeling in his throat caused by the cheapness of his liquor was almost as painful as his life had become. He was still a puppy, and his life was already in the crapper. s**t, he figured it would only get worse once he grew to the adult stage. Then he had to worry about finding a mate and making babby. He was not good with women. He had had sex once already though. It wasn't anything to brag about. One of his sisters woke him up one night by sucking him off.

God, he hoped it was one of his sisters and not a brother. He may not know how to talk to women, but he was pretty sure that he liked that set of genitals better than his own. If he enjoyed getting head from his brother, that would make him gay. And gay people are people who spawn camped him in cod on Xbox Live. ******** those faggots, they're probably 30 and living in their parents basement with their boyfriends. Kids like him were way better that that game then some oldfags. Or at least smart enough to buy a modded controller.

And so he reflected on why today was the worst day ever. To start, his douchebag cousin Freddie ate the last of the rotten apples from the trash pile. That ********. The Infinite Sadness was trying to plot a way to get him back (like fart in his face or something), but he couldn't hear his thoughts over the sound of his rumbling stomach.

He tried to solve this problem by eating some s**t, but whoever's s**t it was before ate something nasty. Maybe it was spoiled Taco Bell or something. Taco Bell was the food of the gods, but that s**t has a timer on it. When it's bad, it's really bad. So he vomited it up.

And then tried to eat it again.

It didn't taste any better the second time.

And he wasn't sure how many hours had passed of him sitting here and drinking his cheap booze, but it did get the s**t taste out of his mouth. He was still hungry, but at least he wasn't thirsty. Maybe he was ready for the adult stage, because he had learned well how to solve his problems like one. And if he were an adult and had a job, then he'd have money. With that money he could eat fast food and drink Mountain Dew for every meal.

The downside to that is that he would have less time to play cod, and new maps just came out. He couldn't be behind his friends in learning where the best sniper spots were. His clan would totally boot him if he started bringing them down. Cod was already his full time job.

But man, being a Dollarmenuaire sure sounded good.

And so The Infinite Sadness slowly drifted to sleep in a pile of his own bodily fluids while dreaming of prestiging, late night food runs, and nailing bitches.